Monday, 11 May 2015

Sweet dressup

I can admit it now.  When Susie started dressing me up I used to protest.  "No, not panties;  I'm not that sort of boy." She used to laugh as she made me wear them round the house.  Then she started making me wear bras, slips, stockings and suspenders.  I just couldn't stand it and used to moan constantly.  But Susie didn't take any notice and just kept buying me more clothes.   Now I look forward to wearing something sweet and feminine, stockings, suspenders and a lovely white dress. I suspect I always did like it; I can't imagine now why I cried so much.